A Job that Nobody Else Wants

I used to think I was the only one that had memories of before we were born, but I have found that I'm NOT alone. There are MANY who remember.

Over the last 5 years or so, I've started to remember more. It comes a little bit at a time. In flashes. I don't know why I have started to remember again but I can only think that it is because I have resolved to try to remember. When I was a child I remembered quite a bit, but the memory has faded a bit throughout the years.

I have tried telling people and they all thought I was nuts. The first time I tried telling anyone, I tried telling my Mother and I even proved it to her by telling her things about her that I couldn't have known because I wasn't born yet. I'll get into that later. I have told my Pastors and they kind of patronize me. They don't come right out and say it, but I know they don't believe me. It is very frustrating trying to tell someone something you remember and they just laugh and change the subject.

The main things I remember is: I remember being in Heaven before I was born. I remember playing with others. I remember that there was a group of us that were together. I would say maybe 5 or 6 of us. There were many more, but in my group there was about 5 - 6. I remember being able to fly. But it wasn't actually flying; it was more like swimming through the air. As if I was swimming underwater. I remember one time I was flying and down below me was a river and the landscape was extremely beautiful. Lush, green grass, tall willow-type trees of purple and green and orange.

There was a long line of people on the right side of the river that was leading up to a grassy hill. On that hill there was a white building. I don't remember ever going into the building, but I knew that God was there. I never spoke to any of the people in line that I can remember.

Now my memory switches to being back with my group. Keep in mind I had many friends there. We ALL knew each other, but we mainly stayed in our groups from what I can recall. But I did have friends who were not in my group. Now the sad thing about this is I remember Jesus coming to us and said,” Come here, my children. I have a wonderful plan and it is your turn to become part of it." What the 'plan' was.... I have no clue. I don't remember it. But when I read certain parts of the Bible.... something 'clicks' and it sounds very familiar to me. As if I had heard it before, but not on Earth.

I remember all of my friends being chosen for missions on Earth and it was a VERY prestigious thing to be chosen. All of my counterparts in this..."Pool" of spirits were all being chosen and sent to Earth to fulfil their assignments. I was not chosen. I don't know why, or at least I don't remember why. I THINK it had something to do with the fact that I served a purpose in Heaven already. What, you ask? I soooo wish I remembered that.

Anyway, I begged and begged the Lord to let me go. I wasn't lonely, because I was in the presence of the Lord, but I was kind of.... jealous? (I guess you could say). I so much wanted to be a part of the plan and have the same reward that awaited my counterparts upon their return.

Finally, Father agreed to send me. He gave me an assignment that to this day I don't remember what it was, but it was one of those things where like a prospective employer would say..."We don't have anything in the area of your expertise, but we DO have this job that nobody else wants." I just have to laugh at that because it sounds so stupid, but it's the truth. That is the job I took and I feel like I'm failing miserably because I don't even remember what it was that I was supposed to do. Sometimes I lay in bed at night crying, because I want Father to remind me what it is that I'm supposed to do, but He won't.

When He finally agreed to send me. He showed me the Earth and He pointed to Earth as we observed it from Heaven and said, "You know what to do." I said, "Yes Lord". He then said.."Go". Then I came to Earth.

At this point I remember other things. I remember being in my Mother's womb. I remember hanging upside down with something under my knees. Like hanging on a set of monkey bars. But I realized years ago that that was my umbilical cord. Funny...

These are the things I told my Mother about her that happened before I was born. When I told her, I was about 9 years old. I saw her and my Father driving to Mt. Rainier in Washington State in an old 1956 Chevy. It was white on baby blue. The right, rear tire went flat on a mountain road and there was a cliff next to the road. I was hovering in the middle of the air watching my Father replace the flat tire. This happened when my Mother was pregnant with me, but I hadn't entered the womb yet. I was kind of just hanging around, I guess you could say.

Anyway, when I told my mother this, she denied it and insisted that it was just a dream. But a few days later, I overheard my Mother talking to somebody on the phone. I believe it was my Dad. She was talking about what I had told her and then I heard her say, ".... but I just don't understand how he could remember these things when he wasn't even born yet". Ah Hah! Confirmation.

I'll back up about 2 years now, when I was about 7 years old. My Grandmother suffered from Multiple Sclerosis, so she was often not feeling well. We went to visit her. I was standing at the foot of her bed looking at her with my Mother and Grandfather at her side. All of a sudden, I got really dizzy and heard a rushing sound. Like rushing water. I passed out. I wasn't sick, I had no fever, but for an unexplained reason, I just passed out. When I was out, I left my body. I was swimming through the air again. I loved it! It felt so good to have that feeling again. When I returned to my body, I woke up on the couch with a cold, wet washcloth on my forehead. I was confused and disappointed that I was back. I got up and I felt fine.

From that point on, I learned how to leave my body on command. I was able to do it up until I was about 13. After that, it stopped. There are other experiences I've had after that that are what they call a hypnogogic revery, or night terrors or sleep paralysis. You know. You are about to fall asleep. You are in the in between stages of wake and sleep and your whole body stiffens up. You can't move, you can't speak, a feeling of fear comes over you. Terrifying fear. Sometimes you hear voices, sometimes you feel a presence in the room, someone touching you, sometimes in places where people shouldn't be touching you. Sometimes you will feel someone sit on your bed, etc.

All I know is I have these memories and they are as real to me as the memories of my babies being born.

I think there is more to this existence on Earth then we are willing to admit. I plan to investigate all possibilities. To see the big picture and not just the limited views of others. I'll find my answers. With the help of my God, forums like this and a few good friends.

Dave B (To email Dave please click here.)